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Her nephew. So that was what Christopher seemed to be to this impartial stranger. It gave Catherine more than a shock, it made her heart feel as if it stood still. And his surprise, his humiliating surprise, when she said Christopher was her husband, and her own discomfort when she told him....
Was it so much marked, then, the difference between them? It hadn't been in London. Why, in London before they married they had often stood arm in arm in front of a glass and laughed to see how no one would guess, really no one could possibly guess, that they were not very nearly of an age. Besides what about all those bus-conductors and people calling her Miss? One of them had even called her Missie -- ‘Take care, now, Missie,' he had said, catching her by the arm, ‘don't you go jumping off before we're stopped and breaking your neck and getting us into trouble with your young man' -- but he, she was afraid, had been drinking. It must be because she was so tired now always that she looked older. To-day she was tired, yesterday she had been tired -- oh, but so tired, so tired.